Thursday, May 30, 2013

[Book Spotlight + Giveaway] Testing Fate by Belinda Boring

Testing Fate
Belinda Boring 
Nothing burns as bright as the flames of the refiner’s fire.

Moments after hearing the Council sentence her enemy to life imprisonment for attempted murder and illegal use of magic, Darcy is whisked away by the Fates—accused of tampering with destiny. The cherished dream she shared with Mason has been called into question, placing doubt about whether they are actually true mates. To resolve it, a price must be paid—the Heart or Death—a grueling series of tests designed to reveal a person’s worth.

The stakes are high and Darcy finds herself facing the unknown in conditions that leave her more vulnerable than she’s ever been. Separated from Mason and her Pack, with Devlin as her only companion, she is pushed to her very limits. She must succeed—or lose everything. 

Will she crumble under the pressure or emerge stronger for testing fate?

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“I wondered if I’d find you here.” A masculine voice stirred my awareness.
Sitting up, I found myself looking at a stranger, the gorgeous stranger from before. He was tall, with a muscular frame and the most stunning blue eyes I’d ever seen. He was peering down with a smile that said he was happy to stumble across me.
“Do you know where ‘here’ is?” I asked, reluctantly standing and bringing my contented sunbathing to an end. I tugged my t-shirt down to cover my bare stomach and pulled on the hem of my shorts. I hadn’t been naked, but the way the guy’s focus seemed to be soaking in my appearance, I felt that way. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel threatened.
“It’s our place.” He grinned, taking a step closer. He raised his arm to brush his fingers through the hanging branches and pulled off a few leaves. Inhaling the fragrance for a moment, he let them fall to the ground and glanced around. “We like to come here and be alone.”
I followed his gaze and nodded. It did fit the description as a place for an intimate getaway. “We come here?” I studied his face, but still didn’t recognize him. This turn in the dream made no sense, but I wasn’t going to fight against it. I was here, with a man who looked on me with desire, in a place that was nothing short of heaven.
“We do.” He didn’t add anything more to his response. With a wink, he moved toward the water’s edge and crouched to test the temperature. “Perfect. Shall we?” He extended his hand and when I stared back at him curiously, he laughed. “I’ll go first.”
Stripping off his shirt, my eyes feasted on his hard muscles and contoured ridges. He was tanned, showing he’d spent many hours out in the sun. I gave a soft, appreciative sigh. He dove into the pool, swimming below the surface until he reached the other side.
“Are you going to join me?” Liquid cascaded off him as he stood and my mouth felt suddenly dry. I quickly slipped out of my clothes, leaving just my bra and panties on, before carefully jumping in. The water glided over my skin and I smiled at how good it felt.
I dipped under the surface, sleeking my hair back. “Is it strange that I don’t know who you are?” I kept a close eye on him as he started swimming toward me. “I feel like I should.”
“You will. In time,” he answered cryptically, and disappeared beneath the water.
I scanned the area, wanting to see where he was and shrieked when I felt his hand grab my leg, tugging on it. Fingers grazed up my thighs before he vanished again. His touch was so familiar—everything was and I was determined to understand.
“What’s your name?” I coaxed as he emerged a few feet away, a large grin on his face. “I’m Darcy.”
“I know who you are.” He grinned.
“But I don’t know who you are.” I was getting tired of being evaded. My dream had gone from something relaxing to exciting to frustrating.
He stopped moving and locked eyes with me. Heat blazed from within him. “You know me as many things: best friend, partner, lover.” The water parted about him as he strode toward me with definite purpose.
The descriptions struck a chord with my heart.  Yes, he was. But still, I couldn’t I remember his name.
“Does it matter?” He traced the side of my cheek tenderly, tilting my chin so he could study me. When I nodded, he parted his lip to speak. “Very well, my name is . . .”

About the Author
A homesick Aussie living amongst the cactus and mountains of Arizona, Belinda Boring is a self proclaimed addict of romance and all things swoon worthy. When she's not devouring her latest read, you can find her celebrating her passion for books on her blog The Bookish Snob.

With all that excitement, it wasn’t long before she began writing, pouring her imagination and creativity into the stories she dreams. Whether urban fantasy, paranormal romance or romance in general, Belinda strives to share great plots with heart and characters that you can’t help but connect with. Of course, she wouldn’t be Belinda without adding heroes she hopes will curl your toes.

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